it's 22.57
my body's home, my mind's not.
closed my eyes, my body's shivering. heart beating fast.
do you know how it feels?
it feels like 3 AM.
yes, obviously.
imagine, standing on top of the hill at 3 AM, silence, hills and wind breeze.
that's how I picture myself to be.
just me, myself, and i.
with you
by my side,
or maybe
a picture of you.
"do the kinds of things that come from the heart. when you do, you won't be dissatisfied, you won't be envious, you won't be longing for somebody else's things. on the contrary, you'll be overwhelmed with what comes back."
